Roark
Archer’s Lamar Canyon Pack in Yellowstone has been decimated by ranchers and
hunters. Although the Tao pack in Los Lobos, South Dakota, has offered to
assimilate it, he cannot give up his heritage so easily. At least not until he
gets revenge against whoever killed his best friend, Jared, three years ago.

Recluse
Carrie Myers lives on the Wyoming cattle ranch her late father left her. One
fateful night changes her life forever, leaving her questioning her sanity. She
knows what she saw…or does she? Regardless, she’ll do anything to protect the
awful secret that has haunted her for the past three years.

When
fate brings Roark to Carrie’s doorstep, the connection between them is
undeniable. Determined to avoid commitment, they agree to give in to their
unexplainable attraction for one night. Will hatred consume this hell-raising
shifter, or can he learn love and forgiveness in the enemy’s arms?

Excerpt

PG

Instead of taking the towels, he shucked off his
jean jacket and let it drop to the floor. Next, he worked on the buttons of his
flannel shirt. The sight of firm, dusky pectorals sent a strange rush of heat
through her.

Good Lord. Did the man plan to strip naked right
in front of her? She didn’t even know his name. His body looked whip-hard and
strong. If he were a bull, he’d earn top dollar at the cattle auction. The heat
hovering inside her arrowed to her abdomen, making her cotton panties damp and
hot.

She averted her gaze. “Kindly change in the
bathroom. It’s down the hall there.”

When he finally snatched the towels from her,
she gasped.

Amusement glittered in his black eyes. “Kind of
jumpy, aren’t you?”

Unease flickered down her spine as he strutted
down the hall. The man’s cocky presence filled her home and took over as if he
owned it. Exactly why she didn’t allow many men near the ranch. Why had she
invited this one inside?

Because he was a gorgeous hunk? She’d
successfully kept her distance from too many handsome ranchers and cowboys to
weaken now for no reason. She couldn’t explain their unusual attraction.

And he looked familiar, as if he could be
related to…. The face she’d seen in a flash of lightning would forever be
engraved on her mind and soul. No, she refused to remember that night. But what
if he’d arrived to investigate?

She flipped on the oven and hurried to the
refrigerator, removing two fresh homegrown steaks. He seemed the type of man
who enjoyed meat and lots of it. How would his hard mouth taste after chewing
rare sirloin?

Since she’d committed to helping keep the
stranger alive, she’d see it through. Come morning, she looked forward to
sending him on his merry way. Maybe then, Yellow Barrel Ranch would return to
normal.

Her hand shook so much, the spatula she held
slipped out of it. She dropped so many things lately, it was a wonder the floor
wasn’t pocked with more dent marks.